duties listlessly hung on calendar
powerful deadlines, but I’m feeling the hot summer days
So, Bagrut Moed Bet was yesterday (final Matriculation exam for the 2008-9 School year). It came and went and along with a slightly anxiety-ridden race against time
to produce 13 cassettes for students with their aural dispensation, in time for the exam start, things went fine. The usual problems with dictionaries and walkmen, and some non-appearing students, but things were alright.
So, it’s now officially vacation.
I have a few projects cooking on the mind-burner – a summer volume of poetry to assemble, some books to read, a few puppet workshops to give.
I have a Jerusalem Film Festival to attend. My brother, Larry Weinstein, is bringing “Inside Hana’s Suitcase” to the festival on the 13th,14th and 16th. So, we’ll be driving up to Jerusalem for the Tuesday 2:15 screening.
My brother, of course, is more than a pretty face and a brilliant sense of humour. He’s a tribute to the idea that one can follow one’s calling and survive, even amidst the slings and arrows of production hurdles, personnel comings and goings, partners parting and re-negotiating. He has survived and continues to radiate energy and enthusiasm for every magical and unique experience that he discovers. He is always open to discover more and share his joy in their existence. He’s a living proponent of Einstein’s ‘everything is a miracle’ zest for life.
Meanwhile, I read that Jamelah reads and reads.
Levi Asher reads, writes and thinks.
Mark Coburn sculpts, writes and plays
Mark Kuhar twitters poems and shakes down suburbia in his kerouac kool
Doreen Peri paints, writes, produces radio shows and so much more
Anemone Achtnich poets, photographs and promotes adventure racing
Adele Raemer acts, teaches and coordinates
and so on.
I’m an observer of a mighty human race and I can only sit here in mute admiration. I’ve gone non-verbal. My words are simply gone.
I’m perhaps one of the worst bloggers ever, but I have to be honest about it.